When Fakong opened his eyes, Dugu Xiaqing asked, "Have you found a clue?"
Fakong nodded slowly.
Dugu Xia Qing's eyes lit up: "Did you find the assassin?"
"Found it." Fakong nodded slowly.
Dugu Xia Qing looked at him in surprise.
Fakong laughed and said, "What?"
"If they were so easy to find, they would have been found long ago." Dugu Xia Qing said, "Is it not a mistake?"
Fakong laughed.
Dugu Xia Qing was dubious.
She knew that Fakong was a divine monk, but she had never seen his supernatural powers with her own eyes. She had seen his supernatural powers just now, but she hadn't been verified, so she was still dubious.
As a person with a pure and firm will like her, she will not trust others easily, and even more trust her own judgment.
Fakong said: "This assassin is not far from you."
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"Why don't we go and meet?" Fakong said.
"Could it be in Yunjing?"
"good."
"Then go and have a look!" Dugu Xia Qing pursed her lips tightly.
In the last assassination, if he hadn't used a secret technique, if he hadn't been so lucky, he would have killed him.
She was seriously injured at the time, and she survived with the help of a panacea. If she had the opportunity to avenge her, how could she let it go.
"Let's go."
The two floated out of the kiosk and landed on a small boat.
The boat was shot out like an arrow from the string, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
After arriving, the boat did not sink, and darted against the lake.
Fakong and Dugu Xiaqing stood side by side at the bow of the boat.
Under the strong wind, cassocks are hunting, and snow-white shirts are in style.
Dugu Xiaqing lightly brushed a few strands of hair on her sideburns, and said with a smile: "Master, how did you summon the heavy snow?"
Fakong said: "It's just a Buddha mantra, nothing unusual."
"Is the power of the Buddha's mantra really so great?"
"That depends on what kind of Buddha's mantra is." Fakong said: "Generally, the power of Buddha's mantra is ordinary, but the Great Vow mantra is different. The power of the vow of all living beings determines the power of the Great Vow mantra."
He shook his head: "There is a severe drought in Shenjing, and all living beings are suffering. They made great wishes one after another, longing for rain to relieve the drought. I just followed the trend."
"Does the Buddha mantra really have such a wonderful effect?" Dugu Xia Qing shook her head regretfully.
Dayun is different from Dagan Dayong. He believes in Changshengtian and gods, not Buddhism.
Fakong formed a mudra with both hands, and a mantra of purifying the heart.
Dugu Xiaqing felt the nectar falling into her mind, her mind was clear, her thinking was as agile as a god, and her body was as light as a feather.
She looked at Fakong in surprise.
Fakong smiled: "Pure Heart Mantra."
Immediately, another curse was cast: "The Curse of Rejuvenation."
Dugu Xiaqing admired.
The boat sailed for half an hour and came to the shore.
There are willow trees on the shore, and thousands of willow branches are hanging down.
When the breeze blows, the wicker will move, and the mother-in-law will dance.
Dugu Xia Qing flicked her sleeves, and the cable flew out like a snake, circling a willow tree with a crooked neck.
The two floated off the boat and landed on the embankment.
There were many pedestrians on the lake embankment at noon, enjoying the lake view leisurely. When they saw two people floating in, they just took a look.
The proportion of warriors in Dayun is much higher than that in Dagan. Almost everyone practices martial arts, and he treats warriors as ordinary people.
In Dayun, those who have not practiced martial arts make people feel abnormal.
"Are you going into town?"
"in the city."
"This guy is quite courageous." Dugu Xia Qing shook her head lightly: "You know, it's not just me who's chasing, there are too many people chasing down the masters of the Nether Sect."
Fakong said: "Is the whole world an enemy?"
Dugu Xia Qing nodded: "It's still safe and sound, I really have to be admired, more importantly, he still dares to stay in Yunjing, if he is really discovered, he will not be able to escape even if he wants to, right?"
"Since you dare to stay in Yunjing, there must be a way out." Fakong said, "Let's take a look."
The two of them got off the willow embankment and headed towards the east city gate. After entering the city, they were greeted by a hustle and bustle.
On the wide street, people come and go, and the flow is endless.
Most of the passers-by are made of silk, satin and silk, with a leisurely look.
At this time, those who can still hang out on the street are idlers who have nothing to worry about food and clothing, and those who want to make money are all in various places.nbsp; I didn't eat too much because I was afraid that the reaction would slow down when I started to do it later.
But the middle-aged man in the green robe was alone, but he ate leisurely, chewed slowly, and drank a glass of wine from time to time to kill time.
The middle-aged man in Qingpao seemed to be just a poor and frustrated person, who was devoted to wine and nothing else, which made people despise him.
So not too many people will pay attention to him.
Fakong and Dugu Xiaqing were also chatting and eating while chatting, but in the end they were not as slow as this middle-aged man in green robes.
They got up and left.
The two left Feihe Tower and went to a teahouse next to the building.
Sitting at a wooden table on the street, I ordered two bowls of tea to taste slowly.
Half an hour later, the two of them drank four full bowls of tea, only to see the middle-aged man in the green robe slowly descending the stairs, staggering west, drunk.
Fakong stopped Dugu Xiaqing from moving.
Dugu Xia Qing watched the middle-aged man in the green robe slowly blend into the crowd, disappear without a trace, and looked at him suspiciously.
Fakong said: "He is very vigilant. Once he finds that we are following, he will keep wandering around in crowded places. We have no chance to do anything."
The two walked west along the street until they exited the west city gate, came to a forest, and blocked the green-robed middle-aged man.
He has an ax pinned to his waist and several loops of rope wrapped around his waist. He is dressed like a woodcutter.
He was about to enter the woods when he saw Fakong and Dugu Xiaqing.
Dugu Xia Qing snorted softly: "You Mingzong, do you still remember the assassination five years ago?"
The middle-aged man in Qingpao frowned, pulled out his ax and pointed at them: "What do you want to do? You found the wrong person when you robbed a house. I don't have a single piece of silver, only two copper coins!"
Fakong smiled at him.
Dugu Xia Qing was dubious, but he didn't hesitate in his movements. The long sword in his sleeve came out lightly, and stabbed towards the middle-aged man in the green robe.
"Ding ding ding ding" The ax blocked this fast and agile swordsmanship.
Dugu Xiaqing's sword is fast and ruthless, and his moves are deadly. He can't help but pretend, otherwise he will die.
Seeing that the heavy ax could block her own sword, Dugu Xia Qing no longer had any doubts.
The sword light suddenly flourished, and the clear light enveloped the middle-aged man in the green robe.
"Chick!" A cold light flashed.
Dugu Xia Qing stepped back quickly, covering her right shoulder with her left hand, and looked at the middle-aged man in green robe in surprise.
The middle-aged man in the green robe held a black long sword in his right hand, slowly straightened his body, and his momentum changed drastically.
Like a fierce tiger waking up, eager to devour people